Confusion For Flora And Fauna

Jackie continued with general garden maintenance today.

New bed

Here she applies anti-vine weevil solution to all her many heucheras.

As became clear last year, there is no defined boundary between us and the empty North Breeze next door. In particular, that at the front is concocted from self seeded trees, rotting planks of wood, and what I take to be one of the pre-Everest window frames from our house. The glass panes have long since become estranged from their lead. Some have remained intact, but others have broken and found their way into the thin layer of soil in which a few weeds have managed to survive. This earth has been laid on top of gravel, thus narrowing the path that led round the house.

Front boundary

My task was to remove this soil in order to expose the shingle, thus widening the path. This was easier said than done. That is because the strip was full of tree roots, rubble, concrete, bramble, and ivy. I just dug it over. Moving it can wait.

View from patio

A view from the south west corner of the patio shows the condition of our neighbour’s back garden, and some of the panels we have set in place to keep the triffids at bay.

We continue to enjoy such warm, sunny, weather as to become somewhat confusing to flora and fauna alike.

Clematis Montana

The clematis Montana clothing the large dead tree alongside the new bed is blooming again.

Brick path, dead snake bark maple, owl

The owl in the dead snake bark maple, especially having experienced the bright super moon throughout the night, just cannot get to sleep.

Antirrhinum and sedum

Antirrhinums are growing alongside sedums.

Butterflies and bees like these in

Bee on cosmos

cosmos and

Bee on kniphofia

kniphofia must be convinced we are still enjoying summer.


The asters, however, know what the season is.

This evening we dined on fillet steak; a moist melange of mushrooms, leaks, onions, and peppers; and crisp carrots, green beans, and new potatoes. I drank Via di Cavallo Chianti 2014. Jackie had already enjoyed her Hoegaarden in the rose garden.


  1. A lovely show indeed Derrick! A living tribute to both head and under gardener methinks! Congrats! As always, supper adds the extra enticing sound/vision! 🙂

      1. Derrick, the owl should have got some sleep that night: between about 2:30 and 5:30 there was a total lunar eclipse, where the moon looks rust red, a relatively common astronomical event compared with total solar eclipses, but rare to be combined with a supermoon. Despite two previous days of going to bed at about 4:30 (preparing for our party which you described the day before), once I heard about this on the World Service news, on while I was washing up, I stayed up to see it, not quite at its fullest point, but completely red, none the less. Truly superb viewing conditions, clear and cold from this little snatch of summer we’re getting (the previous eclipse I was aware of happened on a cloud-covered night), so I thought I’d grab the chance, watching for about 20 mins. I finally decided I couldn’t wait up for the full event. (Nearly 36 hours later, the washing up is till not finished!!)

  2. And I was sure there’d be a photo of the moon lit garden… off you go! 🙂

    I think I’ll eat a steak today; must be the full moon.

    Love the chubby bee.

    1. Behave yourself Mr Bruce! I’ll have you know that I cleared and dug over almost the entire ‘Birch tree bed’ whilst the enthusiastic Mr K toiled on the side bed, mind you I think Mr K pulled the short straw.

      1. What a privilege to be personally scolded by the head gardener! I would gladly aid Mr K in his toil so we all might sit in the wondrous Rose Garden and down Hoegaarden.

  3. What a lovely day you had for your labors. Your bees are always endearing; they look as though they could be petted. I went to the triffids link and was seriously impressed at the work you’ve done in the garden since whenever that was.

  4. You have a lovely garden. I live in an apartment building in the city, so I’m afraid flowers are something I don’t see so often. (Don’t turn your back on those triffids, though.)

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